In My Master's Harem

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Chapter 4

Surrounded by warmth and softness, Hisoka stirred a little. He dreamt of amethysts jewels that made him feel safe and special; he wasn’t ready to wake from that dream. This is so comfortable. Did Father get me a new bed? Hisoka thought as he strayed between a waking and dreamed state. No, wait. He bolted up; memories came flooding back to him: Father sold him to a sadistic man in white and being giving away as a birthday gift. Last night’s images came back as well: amethyst eyes gazing warmly, being led up to a beautiful room with a comfortable bed. Hisoka clutched the soft blanket as he gave the room a look over. Decorated in soft pink and lace gave the room an innocent feeling. There were also dolls and music boxes lined up on shelves against the walls. The bed itself was large with a white metal bed frame with a pink and lacey comforter. Hisoka grimaced; this was obviously a girl’s room. However, it was nice to wake up here and not on a cold basement floor or in the arms of a malevolent man. It was peaceful here; even his empathy seemed at ease.

There was a light knock at the door and the dark haired man with the violet gaze popped his head in.

“Hey there, I’m glad you’re awake. May I come in?” Tsuzuki asked.

Hisoka gave him a look. “It’s your castle. You can go wherever you please,” Hisoka bent his head down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s okay!” Tsuzuki told him and really meant it. The poor boy shouldn’t have been forced into this life but he has and Tsuzuki wanted to make sure that he was as comfortable as possible.

“You’re too kind,” Hisoka said in a low voice.

Wow, what a nice voice, Tsuzuki thought. He was surprised to hear such a deep, satiny soft voice coming from a baby mouth. Mmmm, those lips look so satiny too, Tsuzuki mused to himself. He then noticed that Hisoka was blushing and wondered why.

“Satiny,” Hisoka whispered.

It was Tsuzuki’s turn to blush. Oh god, did I say that out loud?

“No, no you didn’t” Hisoka whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean too, it was an accident but I heard your thoughts.”

“Are—are you a telepath?”

“No, I’m empathic. I can read thoughts and feelings,” Hisoka said sadly. Oh no, what was going to happen now? He would probably throw him into the dungeon or more likely have him executed.

“I’m sorry Hisoka. I didn’t know that or I would have been shielding. I’m amazed that you made it through dinner last night,” Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka looked up at him in surprise. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not, why would I be mad? I wished Muraki had told me, though. Anyway, there are lots of people around here with magical powers so you’re not alone but this is the first time I came across an empath. They’re quite rare, you know.”

“You’re not afraid?” Hisoka asked amazed.

“No, empathy, like all magic, isn’t a curse,” Tsuzuki explained.

“My parents were afraid of me,” Hisoka said softly, not meaning for Tsuzuki to hear.

A hand suddenly lifted Hisoka’s chin up and he found himself drowning in amethyst orbs.

“I’m not scared of you, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki stated boldly. “And you have nothing to fear as long as you live under my rule and my kingdom.”

Hisoka had no idea how to reply to that but he felt the man’s sincerity. It was odd but he felt at home with this man. What are these feelings?

“Oh I never properly introduced myself! My name is Asato Tsuzuki and welcome to my kingdom,” the man beamed brightly.

Hisoka got off the bed. “My name is Hisoka Kurosaki. I’m pleased to meet you,” he gave a formal bow.

Kurosaki? That name sounded familiar.

“Well, Hisoka, let’s go and have some breakfast; it’s the most important meal of the day. That and desert of course!”

Hisoka stared at Tsuzuki in bewilderment. This man was a little strange; nice but odd.

“By the way, Master, whose room is this?”

Tsuzuki shuddered for a moment. “Hisoka, don’t call me that. No one in the harem calls me that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hisoka said quickly.

“This is my sister, Luka’s room. She’s married but she does come and visit me often. Everything in here belongs to her.” (1)

Hisoka kept silent. By the sad sound in Tsuzuki’s voice, he obviously missed her. Hisoka briefly wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. Would they love him or despise him like his parents.

“C’mon, Hisoka, let’s get breakfast. Afterward, I’ll introduce you to the others in the harem and we’ll get you settled in, okay?”

Hisoka nodded, a lump forming in his throat.

Tsuzuki smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, everyone in the harem are really nice and kind. There are six girls and three boys in there. The boys were thrilled to hear that you’re coming and the girls are excited to meet you. They all will help you out as much I will.”

Hisoka nodded again and followed Tsuzuki out the door.


Hisoka’s large green eyes became impossibly huge at the sight of the breakfast table. On it were rows of different varieties of food such as apple tarts, cheesecake, eggs, bacon, croissants, doughnuts, pancakes, French toast and fruit. He couldn’t help but notice that the foods were mostly sweets. Tsuzuki must have a real sweet tooth.

“Dig in, Hisoka!” Tsuzuki said as he enthusiastically took a slice of an apple tart, cheesecake, a doughnut and some eggs and placed on his plate.

Hisoka was glad to see that Tsuzuki at least took the eggs along with his sugary breakfast. Hisoka helped himself to a croissant and some fruit and poured himself a drink from a light blue pitcher. Taking a long sip, Hisoka noticed that the taste was similar to the nectar he had last night but this one was lighter, not as thick as the one before but it was just as refreshing.

“Um, I was wondering what this drink is. I never tasted it before,” Hisoka asked.

“It’s nectar that can only be found in this kingdom. It is believed that Tsuzuki’s ancestors have discovered it generations ago,” a voice replied.

Both Tsuzuki and Hisoka looked over to the voice and saw a tall man with brown hair and glasses standing by the door.

“Tatsumi!” Tsuzuki cried happily. “Where did you run off last night? You left me all alone to deal with Muraki.”

Tatsumi sighed. “You know perfectly well where I went. I have a lot of work to do, you know.”

Tsuzuki pouted. “I know.”

Tatsumi turned to Hisoka. “Hello, I’m Tatsumi. I’m Tsuzuki’s advisor.”

“And friend,” Tsuzuki chimed in.

“Yes,” Tatsumi let on a small smile. Hisoka wondered for a moment if there was anything between them. He felt warmth generating from Tatsumi towards Tsuzuki. Hisoka felt a twinge of jealousy.

“This is Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said to Tatsumi. “He’s, uh…”

“Yes, I already know. Watari told me what happened,” Tatsumi said.

“Tatsumi, I’m going to take Hisoka to meet everyone in the harem. Could you go to my study and wait for me? We need to talk.”

“Of course,” Tatsumi said simply.

Tsuzuki gestured for Hisoka to follow him. Hisoka felt a little nervous and had the urge to run in the other direction but the damn anklet kept him drawn to the dark haired man in front of him. He hated that his heart felt torn between wanting to flee and wanting to stay by Tsuzuki. He knew perfectly well what it meant to be apart of a harem and who knew when Tsuzuki would summon him to his bed. It was a terrifying thought but at the same time Hisoka felt at bit…excited? He had no idea what he was feeling.

They walked down a large corridor and Hisoka couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of this castle. It was certainly gorgeous and he had never seen anything like it, not even in the books he read. They continued walking until they reached a pair of large glass stained French doors. The glass had a beautiful decorative design on it but Hisoka couldn’t tell what it meant. Tsuzuki stopped a few paces before the door and Hisoka almost ran into him.

“There are some things you need to know Hisoka,” Tsuzuki began. “First, no one is allowed into the harem but myself and the headmistress, who’ll you be meeting in a moment. That even includes Tatsumi and my other friend Watari, whom you met last night. Its not that they would try anything, in fact they’re friends with everyone in there but it is the law and we all must follow it. Second, everyone in the harem is under my protection and no one other than me is allowed to touch them. That means you will never be forced to spend the night with or give pleasure to another man or woman. The harem of the Tsuzuki clan never and never will be used as a means to make alliances with other kingdoms. “

Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki in amazement. One moment he was a happy go lucky kind of guy and now he took on a serious tone. Hisoka knew that Tsuzuki meant every word he said and he obviously had a lot of honor.

“Everyone here has a special place, Hisoka, including you. There are rules to be followed, which the others will talk to you about. I hope you feel at home here, Hisoka. I want to make life nice and pleasant for you,” Tsuzuki told him. He placed his hand on the boy’s head and began caressing his golden wheat hair. “If you need me for anything, just come and find me, okay?”

Hisoka blushed. Things had become quite intimate suddenly.

“Ready?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Um, yeah,” Hisoka replied.

Tsuzuki opened the doors and for the second time that day, Hisoka’s eyes grew impossibly big. The harem was huge and lavishly decorated with silk, satin and velvet covering every inch of the room. There were two floors to the harem. The upstairs were dedicated to the bedrooms. Hisoka could see several gauzy, ivory curtains framing doorways all around the second floor. On the first floor, there was a long, white marbled pool in the center of the room. There was a fountain in the middle of it sprouting water and a delicious scent of roses came from the flowers that floated in the pool. The water itself was so blue and clear that you can see straight to the bottom. There were a couple of fluffy mats by two sets of stairs coming up from the pool but the floor surrounding the pool was all marbled for a couple of feet then the floor was covered by plush material. Several chaise lounge chairs and sofas that look like they can be beds spread out through the room. Pillows, sheets of silks, velvet and satin draped the furniture as well as the ground. A few of the chaises and sofas had a canopy with sheer white curtains that flowed to the floor. Along the walls were paintings of ancient mythology and carvings that looked a lot like the ones on the glass doorway. Hisoka could not help but notice that the central characters in the myth paintings all have vivid purple eyes just like Tsuzuki’s own beautiful orbs. Looking at those paintings gave him a great sense of comfort. The harem may be large but all the silky materials gave it a rather intimate coziness to it.

“How do you like it?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Its lovely,” was all Hisoka could say.

“The others are in the dining room. C’mon.”

Tsuzuki lead Hisoka to the dining room where three young men and six girls all sat around a traditional Japanese table. With empty plates and glasses, they had just finished breakfast.

“Tsuzuki!” they all cried out together and rushed toward him.

Hisoka stepped away from Tsuzuki in order not to be run over by the overzealous group. Hisoka watched as the scene unfolded before him: the harem women and men clamored around Tsuzuki, talking rather enthusiastically as they all kept stroking every possible part of Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki clearly loved this attention but not in an arrogant kind of way. The emotions he was emitting showed that he truly cared about every one of them and genuinely liked them. Hisoka wondered how was it that they all ended up here and how was it they actually like being apart of this harem. Yes, Tsuzuki has showed nothing but kindness and warmth, but who would chose to live this kind of life?

“Okay guys, I want to introduce you all to someone,” Tsuzuki said as he broke through the crowd and pulled Hisoka to him. “This is Hisoka. He’ll be living here with us for now on.”

They all stared at him and Hisoka stared right back. There was a stilled silence then:

“Oh, he’s sooo cute!!!” they cried out in unison.

Hisoka suddenly found himself buried under a bunch of bodies and being fondled.

“Okay, okay, guys, let’s not suffocate him,” he heard Tsuzuki say. Slowly he was released from the swarm of bodies and was able to breathe again.

“Sorry, Hisoka, they just get a little exuberate at times, especially when someone as cute as you is around,” Tsuzuki apologized. “Hey, everyone, introduce yourselves to Hisoka.”

“I’m Yuma,” a girl with shoulder length hair said. “You’re the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!”

“I second that! Hi, my name is Saya. You’re so pretty,” said the girl with the long hair in pigtails.

Hisoka shuddered at the emotions those two girls were showering him with. They seemed bent on treating him like a doll.

One by one, he was introduced to the entire group and he tried to remember all their names: Hisae, Maria, Chidsuru, Wakaba, and the three boys, Izuru, Nagi and Azumi and of course Saya and Yuma.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki called him out of deep thought. “Wakaba is the headmistress of the harem. She’s in charge of the harem and if there’s anything going on, she’ll be the one to inform you.”

“Alright,” Hisoka said.

“I have to talk to Tatsumi now, so I’ll see you later, okay Hisoka?” Tsuzuki said as he lifted Hisoka’s chin up so he can look into those beautiful green depths.

“Yes,” Hisoka said, a wave of sadness washed over him. He wanted to go with Tsuzuki.

“As I said before Hisoka, if you want to talk or something, you can come to me whenever you want,” Tsuzuki turned to the rest. “Take good care of him.”

“We will, Tsuzuki!” they said in unison, something that Hisoka found rather eerie.

As soon as Tsuzuki left, they all clamored around him just as they did to Tsuzuki a little earlier and touching him as well.

“Eeee! Your delicate skin is so white and velvety!” Maria exclaimed.

“Oooh, how far have you gone with Tsuzuki,” Azumi asked.

Hisoka blushed. “What the hell kind of question is that?” Hisoka snapped.

“Awww, he’s still a virgin. How sweet,” the girls cooed together.

“Don’t worry, Hisoka. Tsuzuki will be gentle with you,” Nagi said.

“Huh?” Hisoka blinked at them. “Gentle?”

“You know, when Tsuzuki deflowers you,” Wakaba explained.

Before he was able to respond to that, Saya and Yuma grabbed Hisoka’s arms.

“Let’s go Hisoka! We’ll help you get fitted for your new clothes!” the two girls chirped.

Hisoka turned deadly pale. “Wh—what?”

“Your new clothes, silly. You can’t keep wearing that kimono,” Yuma informed him.

“…”

“We will all help,” Wakaba said, sensing Hisoka’s discomfort.

“Yeah, yeah,” the rest said.

Please help me now, God, Hisoka thought.



Hisoka stared at himself in the mirror and knew he had to come to terms that he finally looked like a harem boy. Dressed in a diaphanous white shirt and black satin pants that reached just above his ankles there was no doubt to what he was. However, the outfit was quite comfortable and he had to admit that he looked pretty good. For years, his parents never bothered to give him new clothes or even decent ones for that matter.

“Wow, ‘Soka, you look great,” Maria commented. For some odd reason they all started to call him that.

Hisae came up to him and straightened his pants a bit. “You have really nice long legs, ‘Soka.”

“Um, thanks?” how was he to respond to that.

“You could be a great dancer with your figure,” Hisae continued.

“What!?” Hisoka looked at her, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, it’ll be great. Everyone in this harem have at least one or two trades that they’re good at and they provide that service to Tsuzuki,” Hisae explained.

“You mean besides sleeping with him,” Hisoka said bluntly.

“Well, of course,” Hisae giggled. “I’ll teach you how to belly dance. You’ll love it and plus, Tsuzuki really enjoys a belly dance and I know he’ll like seeing you do it.”

Hisoka blushed profusely at that last comment.

“Of course, you always join Yuma and Saya and sing with them. They play a duet but I’m sure they love to become a trio with you,” Hisae suggested.

“Uh, so when is the first dance lesson?” Hisoka asked quickly.

Hisae smirked. Smart boy.


Tsuzuki sighed as he stared out the window. He could hear Tatsumi’s foot tapping impatiently.

“What do you want me to say, Tatsumi?” he asked.

“I want you to say that you aren’t keeping that boy.”

Tsuzuki was silent.

“He’s just a boy, Tsuzuki. He has no place being in a harem.”

“Do you think any of them deserve to be in there?” Tsuzuki said quietly.

Tatsumi calmed down a bit. “No, I don’t, but they were all 18 when they entered in there and by their own choice, I might add.”

“Well, what can I do, Tatsumi? You saw the anklet on Hisoka’s ankle and you know what that means. He’s bound to my harem and me. There’s nothing I can do.”

“You mean you won’t do anything about it,” Tatsumi gave out a sigh as he saw Tsuzuki throwing a glare at him. “I saw the way you were looking at Hisoka during breakfast. You don’t really want to let him go do you?”

Tsuzuki looked back out the window, refusing to answer Tatsumi. After all, what he said was the truth. Tsuzuki doesn’t have any desire to let Hisoka go.





Note (1): Yeah, I went with the Viz translation and calling Tsuzuki’s sister Luka. For one reason I am doing this is because I like that name better than Ruka and the other reason is because I think that her name is pronounced with an L and not a R. I think that this may be the case because one of my students is named Rui but it is pronounced Lui.